The shadow mountain was ringed with arrows of light, as if heaven's archers sat upon the graphite clouds. It's ragged feet, usually a sullen grey, bore the dance of gold with the good humour of a vampire. In the early light, amid the rising vapour, they knew the calling hour had come. This is what they had trained for, this was their destiny.
"When we make daily choices that are emotionally indifferent, the sort that the money-nexus makes faux-virtues of, we build our capacity for emotional indifference at the direct expense of our capacity for empathy, and thus the conflict between money and love is laid bare."
"For writers in the next half century and beyond, a comprehension of how creative writing, neurology, biology and our environment interact will be essential for a successful career."
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In otherwise total blackness, the blue fire leapt. What it burnt could not be seen. Was it floating on gasoline? Perhaps. It had a reflection the same as it would with a mirror; as high as it rose, it was also as low. Ted took a deep breath, inhaling the air. There was a faint odour with a chemical sting, enough to make his eyes water and his nose wrinkle. If it had smoke, the wisps were hidden in the cloak of night. All he could be sure of was that none of them should create any sparks until they were on safer ground.
"It turns out, as obviousness would have it, that our brains (especially those of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby in this case) have been teaching us neurology through comic books and the movies that have come from them."
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Lightning crackled as if the sky had told a funny joke. The dragon built from light jiggled as if invisible hands tickled it. Storms were the best of days for such a beast of myth and legend. The electricity was its food and joy. To feel the build up of sparks in the cloud was a kind of music to its ears. Thus, as the sky became darker, the dragon flew in organic swirls of joy. Already it was looking forward to the annual battle of the dragons.
"Adjective and noun associations are worthy of our consideration because by careful linkage of words such as 'black' with strong emotionally positive words (such as in 'black heavens' and 'noble black night') we can start to program subconscious bias from the brain by creating a background neurochemistry that is more positive. This keeps the prefrontal cortex more fully operational and encourages more empathy in both thoughts and behaviours. Thus society develops better through their own choices and evolves. This is part of social evolution and this kind of awareness in writers is essential."
The spring trees stood tall, branches raised and roots well anchored. As their buds opened to the warming light, as they took deep drafts of the generous rain, it was as if they were a soul choir.
A lone beach ball trickled down the sand, salt smothered and wrinkled. On a brighter day perhaps the wan plastic would have shone, but beneath the low grey sky it was so very shadow-eaten. And all the way to the edge of the cold tide, its roll was a grainy sigh. Then it was there, upon the white fringe, negotiating its transition to the deep.
A bruise of clouds blossomed in that halloween sky. They lurked as if they would be there forever, a never-fade echo of misery. I watched them billow. I watched them swirl in the coldest of currents. Yet it was a pumpkin spice wind that blew, a soft aroma of better days. And so, costume on, masked for the parade, I skipped on rain-washed concrete.